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I see trees of green, red roses too...
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I see skies of blue, and clouds of white...
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| It ain't. It ain't goin' at all. I was supposed to have this big denouement, and it ain't happenin'. Dammit. | |
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| Sorry. Spike. Wish. Could help. | |
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And I think to myself, What a wonderful world...
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| S'okay. Mind like a sieve, that boy has. More fulla holes than yours. Well, I guess I'll go have a beer with him. Late. | |
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